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I was browsing through some old notes when I found this - I think I wrote it in sheer exasperation after yet another email from a production company demanding I work for nothing because, gee whiz, everyone wants to be in TV, right?
Intellectuals, I have had it with your crap. I have had it with your Laputan thinking and your Utopian fantasies. I have had it with the assumption that people who do not instantaneously agree with you are somehow mentally deficient.
Steve at Omnibrain has been discussing a deep-fried turkey and turducken event in the back channels, and that has led some of us to ponder the ramifications of deep-frying a turducken itself. In the spirit of that discussion, I wrote a really dumb poem.
I did not get shot at during my presentation. I was not heckled to the point of tears. Richard Carrier's talk did not bore me.
Awesome. Well, there have been people accepting faxes of petitions to god to stuff into the Wailing Wall, faxes to Santa Claus, and what not - so why not pre-blessed food? How many religious denominations have they got praying over the food? It's got to work - how can it be any different from the catlick church selling prayers for the dead?
Can anybody explain the point of casting spells on food?